Take a good step back so you can hear the words   From the rugged readings of your psychic bird   Who sings a tune I know too well, how swell      So she sings you every Friday    And you’ve got yourself thinking that you’ll be ok   To clean yourself and to wash away   Any chance of trying to explain       Any chance of trying to explain   I’m packing up and trying again       Have you erased your thoughts and cancelled out the fact that you’re human with thoughts that aren’t always in tact   The songs that you sing, they blow me away   But why do I always seem to hear you say      Why do I always seem to hear you say   Only excuses to run away from me, from me?   From little little, so below you, so fucking small, do you do you…      Now I'm taking it easy again   And I'm taking the road   And as we speak I'm waiting for messages   From other boys I don't know (repeat verse)      And now I'm taking it easy again   Now I'm taking it easy again etc.